Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Refashion Number 3

For this blouse, I started with one that I bought for Mother to wear to a Valentine's Dinner at our church several years ago. It had long sleeves, very long sleeves, so long, in fact that they came almost to the tips of my fingers. It was a typical button front shirt.

So the first thing I did was cut the sleeves off and just turn them up and hem them on the machine. Then, I took what I had cut off the sleeves , sewed the pieces together, folded them over, and gathered them. Then I sewed them into the front of the shirt, which took up the fullness just enough to fit me, and voila, a new shirt. Thanks, Beulah, for modeling for me again.

This past Sunday was Pentecost Sunday at church. Everyone was asked to wear red. I didn't have anything red. When I was a little girl, I had plain old brown hair, brown eyes, and olive skin. Many of my family members had red hair, including my mother and sister, and my cousin, Malinda. She and I are only 4 months apart in age, so we dressed similarly, alot. She always wore the blues and greens, though, and I was always in pink or red. So, as I got older, I strayed from the pinks and reds, and rarely wear them anymore. I really don't know why. I love pink and red. I wore this with black slacks to church, Sunday, but I think I need to get a new pair of crisp white pants with which to wear this and a few other tops I have.

Wow, Julia, you're moving right along with your refashioning! You'll have a whole new wardrobe in no time. Very nice. I wasn't able to do that with my mother's clothes, as she was a size 6 (on a fat day), and I am a size--well, wayyyy bigger!

About Me

I am a grandmommma who loves to sew. I also love any creative outlet that I can express myself in, such as painting, drawing, sherenshnitte, and writing. I am the "baby girl" of my mother who is in a nursing home. I wish I could get into her head to understand what is going on in there sometimes. I will reflect upon my observations, therefore, using this as a therapy of sorts for myself.